02/2016: Just in case: I explained (?) most of my headcanons in the first chapter's "end-note".
...I think.

Web Dings awoke in silence.
It was another strange morning, but with a different 'taste' to it.
He didn't set the alarm clock; he was on vacation, after all.
Rising from bed, he went to observe the baby. The crib was in the living room, close to his bedroom's door; at the moment, everything was going to stay that way since he still had to think of either building another room, or making space somewhere for him.
His weak snores were barely audible. His little checks showing a tint of purple. He looked totally adorable while sleeping. 'Having someone else in the house isn't that bad' he thought.
Until the baby began to cry.
"Uuughuu... I'll feed you in a minute...", he said as he sluggishly went to the kitchen while covering his ears. Then he suddenly stopped in the middle of the hallway after he realized something:
"WHAT DO I FEED HIM!?"

Web Dings, still thinking, sat in the kitchen somehow ignoring the still-crying baby in the background. He was in a trance, imagining food, building long trains of thought with what foods could be safe for someone who might be tasting food for a first time. The scientific side of his mind couldn't stay silent anymore, and now was thinking if it was possible to invent food that would taste good but still contain proteins and-... what was he doing!?
He woke up from his trance after he felt his hand wet; he was drooling all over it!
"Aaagh, I'm hungry too and thinking about food just makes things worse..."
After Web Dings thought again about what to make, he decided that he would make an omelette with some broccoli filling.
"Aha! That's it!", (uh?) he exclaimed. "I could forget about filling my omelette and mash the broccoli for Wing Dings to eat! It's a perfect food for babies!", he added.
Whenever Web Dings found the solution to any kind of problem, it was as if he had drunk some sort of magic energy drink that boosted him up for at least an hour or so until he got the thing done.

Having finished his and Wing Dings' breakfast, he went to the living room and lifted him up carefully; even if he calmed down in his arms, he continued crying (at a lower pitch).
As they approached to the kitchen's table, Web Dings noticed that he forgot to make a high chair for him. Though that didn't matter that much now, as he decided to sit him in the middle of the table.
"Look Wingy~ Your da-...", he stopped for a minute. "Your... Your... adult and mentor in charge? made you some tasty food~", he continued, looking a bit embarrassed. (gosh, say it already)
Wing Dings looked down at the bowl filled with some "ewwy" green stuff, and took his little purple tongue out while making a sound that could only be interpreted as "I don't think so".
Web laid his head on the table, groaning.
"C'mon! Didn't you know? Bad looking things taste good!", he said, trying to convince him, even if he didn't know if he understood him; which apparently, he did as he pointed to the plate with the omelette laying on the kitchen's counter. Web cursed to himself.
"That's, uh, that's a sponge! Yeah, that's what it is!", he responded, trying to convince him again. But that didn't work, instead, Wing Dings pointed to the bowl and then to the omelette.
Web stopped to think about that gesture 'Is he insinuating that I should fill the omelette and share it with him or that I should clean the bowl with it like a sponge? Geez, just because he feels better he thinks that he can outsmart me? This little baby might be more intelligent than what it seems...'
"Hmm... you want me to throw that away and clean the bowl with the... sponge?"; Wing Dings nodded. "Well, I will do that only if you just try this thing once, just a little bite and I'll never ever ever bother you again about it", Web promised him. Would that actually work?
Wing Dings bringed his fingers to his mouth and tilted his head, as Web got a spoonful of broccoli.
Opening his little mouth a bit reluctantly, he was going to take just a bite like Web said. A few minutes after that, he was eating the broccoli excitedly and enjoying it.
As Web fed him spoon after spoon, he looked at him with a confused look, as he thought about how younger monsters usually dislike anything that could be clasified as a vegetable.
He was definitely different and special.

After Wing Dings finished eating,and after he found a way to eat his omelette without him noticing that, he put him back in his crib for a while as he searched for and built a baby fence he bought. Something like that just took him at least five or ten minutes to get ensambled, and as he was about to place Wing Dings in there... the bell rang.

Before Web Dings opened the door, he already knew who was behind it; that's kinda obvious when you are almost as half as big as the house you're visiting.
"Ah, phew! You two were awake already!" said Asgore, as he took his claws off his ears.
"Prince Asgore? What happened to that "I'll give you a week off"? ", said Web Dings, as he was holding Wing Dings and stroking his cheek.
"WebD, I'm sorry, but we need you in The Lab! I never thought that your absence in there for only a day could cause such dyscontrol!", Asgore was kneeling in front of him.
"Please, I know my subordinates; if the problem is that they're being lazy and not knowing what to do, just come over to my home every morning or anytime you need blueprints, or an idea for a project, and I'll just gi-", he was interrumped.
"It's not that simple! The problem is that they ask me many scientific things, and I don't know how to answer to that, and since they don't get an answer, they keep trying to experiment with various things until they find, not only the correct component, but the wrong one too!", said Asgore as his spech was speeding up as he talked and simuled an "explosion" with his arms.
"Wait. What happened there!? Oh no, please tell me they didn't touch nor set on fire anything that were on my desk...", he was starting to bite the tip of his fingers on one of his hands.
"Oh, don't worry! Nothing happened there... I can't say the same for the rest of The Lab, though."
"Or myself." Asgore was lowering his head a bit and pointing a hairless hole he had on his head, that was almost unnoticeable by anyone from below, luckily.
"Oh my-, I MUST go there! But... who will take care of Wing Dings? - No offence, but I can't trust you with him, Prince Asgore. You just... will go crazy with him like before...", said Web as he watched Asgore push his hand away and beginning to stroke the baby's cheek.
"Don't let that worry you. He'll be OK in The Lab, come, follow me!"
Web didn't question him this time. He immediately went into the house and took a few things in a backpack. Asgore waited for him to be ready so they could head for The Lab.

"Why did your father had to make this beautiful place into a thematic park-like-place?"
Web said as he face-palmed himself after seeing the new sign the King added to the place.
It was a giant neon sign that said 'WELCOME TO SEAWORLD!'.
"I don't really know, but I like it!", added Asgore.
Seaworld (Hotlands) was a beautiful place that most of the time had a sea-blue hue covering the cave. The most wonderful place on the Underground. Lot of species lived there. Onion/Octopus-like monsters, things that looked like diminute Dolphins, pink heart-shaped fishes, land-dweller fishes that had underwater houses, and the best: Friendly Shark-Dogs!
For Wing Dings, even if his view wasn't that good, he was amazed by what he could see!
He waved his legs in excitement and held his hands closer to his mouth while drooling over them. Even if Web seemed to be frowning at him, he was dying in the inside to bring him here again without having to worry about his work.

"Open the door, please!", said Asgore, as someone on the inside did so.
Behind the door was a light-blue with green spots dinosaur-like monster, whose name is Dyan.
"H-hello, sir! Uuuh... Uuuh... sirs?", he said, sounding a bit anxious after seeing Web next to Asgore.
"Dyan, wasn't everything set on fire before I left?", Asgore asked a bit confused.
"Tell me the codename of the experiment you were testing...", Web said calmly as he bounced Wing Dings on his arms, before Dyan could even begin to think about what to say.
"Experiment DDX-F-979 based on 01100110 01101001 01110010 01100101", Dyan said proudly as he adjusted his glasses. Web sighed. "And what did I say about that experiment?"
"T-To... n-never re-re-reopen it?", Dyan stuttered.
"Exactly! What a good memory you have, Dyan!", he told him, with a creepy smile forming on his face, "Now, why don't you remember where your desk and your stuff are, grab 'em... AND GET OUT OF HERE!", and with that, in a second, Web Dings gave Wing Dings to Asgore, pushed Dyan outside and with a touch of his magic, threw all his stuff over him.
"Woah, woah! Calm down! You could've killed him!", Asgore said, as he tried to cover little Wing Dings' view, "This is the third scientist you got rid off this month! At this rate, you'd be the only person in the lab!", he tried to warn him.
"Feh! That's impossible! I'm just getting rid of garbage who don't know how to follow orders! Even real garbage would listen to what I tell them more!", Web said, huffing.

Web requested Asgore to stay outside the lab and take care of Wing Dings until he found the place to be safe. Not only he discovered it was safe, but apparently, the experiment went well compared to what he thought that might turn out to be if further tested. 'It's a miracle, sir!', almost every other scientist told him. One of them gave him a little ball of fire, that seemed to be staring back at him.
The experiment 'DDX-F-979' was one of the first ones that Web Dings worked on when he became the Royal Scientist; he was meant to create a new sort of monster based on fire to create an army to protect the Underground lands. Web Dings tried really hard on making it work because he had the idea to make a whole 'adoptive' family for himself based on a very old lighter that he had.

Now thinking back at it, he thought it was the most stupid thing ever he could have thought of...

After a while, Asgore came in wihout asking whether things were okay or not. He gave Wing Dings back to Web and left the place in a hurry without giving a reason. Everyone stayed silent.
"Other than seeing this being a success, is there anything that needs my supervision?" Web asked, breaking the silence in the room and making the other scientists snap back into the world.
- "Oh, well, nothing yet, sir."
- "If these things evolve or change, we will let you know.", some scientists said.
"Actually... there is one thing in this room that needs supervision, and I'm talking about what you're carrying on your arms... sir!", said a another reptile-like one.
Web stared at the little bundle in his arms for a minute. He looked very scared, and he couldn't blame him, after all he did in-front of him. He knew that he shouldn't have taken him here in the first place, but also feared leaving him with Asgore because he considered him to be irresponsible.
Right now, he was the one being irresponsible, for bringing his baby to a place he knew that was more dangerous because of the things that could lie around, than leaving him with someone who could have hurt him by error or that couldn't understand what he needed. He hugged Wing Dings and whispered to him "I promise you I'm never going to do somthing like this again".
He decided it. If he was going to take care of him, he needed to be one of the very best parents or protectors on the underground, like no one ever was.

After looking up from Wing Dings, he sighed when he saw that almost everyone went back to do whatever they were doing; some weren't even working. He smiled a bit and turned towards the door.
"Wingy, what do you think of seeing all those pretty animals outside? I could let you pet an Onioctopus if they're friendly, but no Sharkggies! I never trusted those...", Web said as he laughed.
Wing Dings kicked his legs again in excitement and drooled all over him. But he didn't mind.

-Description: 20/02/2016-
From this chapter on... I will refer to Web Dings as Web or WebD...
It's kind of tiring writing and rea(dings) "Web Dings" every five seconds, haha
I think I won't stick with real-life's "Baby life cycle" anymore... they're monsters anyway.
Other than that, by what could understand from Gerson, as a monster borns, only their biological parents AGE, while the monster GROWS; so I supose that a monster GROWS up to adulthood, and then the parents age and get older, and can possibly die of aging. As the offspring's parents die (;-;), the offspring remains the same age until it has a son, and so on.

I started school again two days ago. I'm sorry for the long time I took to finish and publish this chapter and I'm sorry for the next ones too...

-Description: 22/02/2017-
HAHA, SURPRISE, M- *GETS CENSORED TO DEATH BY WEB-DINGS*
I'm baaaaccckkk...! From being depressed, having an awful writer-block AND awkwardly feeling shy online, enough to not post this stuff anymore. (yeeaah, I'm weird)
A little person on the reviews reminded me of this lil' gem of mine and I told to myself: "Oh, dude, I remember this, haha... I should post all those chapters I never finished!" and now I'm back to do that! Yes! *opens coat* I have at least another chapter to publish that I wrote when I was still into this!
They aren't finished, but who cares? I can finish 'em right now! Like I did with this one!

What I think after re-reading what I wrote a year after?: Pure cringe, but also "aww, did I just write this?" and when looking at my grammar: "eww, did I just write that?"

*tbh, there's a little problem with any new chapters that I make: I haven't been into UT for a loooong time and I think I lost almost every idea I had for this in my mind + some own-lores.
*there might be a LOT of things that are different because that, for obvious reasons, I don't write like I did before anymore :P
*It might dissapoint some people, but I'll make a big change with my big (big?) return.
*btw, I didn't fix some grammar errors because it's 3:43am and my brain told me to just finish this, hell yeah